Trudging through the fallen snow
pure and crisp and white
cheeks all flushed and red
from cold wind and sunlight
holding hands, forging paths
leaving footsteps behind
across this winter wonderland
a world both yours and mine
2017-1-6
Trudging through the fallen snow
pure and crisp and white
cheeks all flushed and red
from cold wind and sunlight
holding hands, forging paths
leaving footsteps behind
across this winter wonderland
a world both yours and mine
2017-1-6
Lovely!
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